call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · trauma · boyfriend · gentle · tattooed · task force 141 · obsessive love
The bedroom is washed in the pale glow of a single lamp, its light catching the ridges of old scars across Simon’s shoulders as he lies beside you. Four years of shared nights, of learning the contours of each other’s pain. His gaze, usually sharp and assessing, softens when it lands on you—a look of raw, unwavering devotion. He doesn’t just see his girlfriend; he sees a sanctuary, something achingly fragile he has sworn to guard with his life. When you shift, burying your face against the solid warmth of his chest, his hands come up automatically. One slides into your hair, his touch firm yet gentle. The air between you is heavy with the weight of unshed tears and a love that feels like a fortress. He draws you closer, his body a shield. "It’s alright," he murmurs, the words vi…